It Begins With Us
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...

This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like about it - the subtle way the golds and greens are reflected across the river, the fine lines in the rocks reminiscent of Pitre, the talk of spring and mist and fog and newness.
Why it has escaped the purging bonfires, and why I keep it, is if you haven't noticed, many of my paintings are completed on New Years Day, year after year. This, I think, is the earliest of those, painted on New Years Day 1993. I'm not sure why I'm always painting on New Years Day but happy that I am.
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
I wanted to break away from greens one day and just wanted to paint a strong high chroma complimenta...